LOVE
God is always love
Forever seek the kingdom;
Praise the creator
Keep giving what you can give
Please endure until the end
ANGELS
Beautiful Heavens
Protecting the meek ones earth
Watching over us
Helping us to cope with life
Comforted with hope and trust
MUSIC
When you find rhythm
You find your hearts inner core
Celebrate the times
Make them better than before
Reminisce and dance all night

Dear brother you were only 22
when the good Lord came calling for you
Water had consumed your last breath
Coroners said was a flashback from heroin and meth
I had always looked up to you
but your verbal abuse made me and the others feel blue
black hair hazel eyes man you look so like Elvis
imitating shaking your hips and pelvis
blisters and sores on your young pale face
oh boy how you had fallen from Gods grace
you had a little girl right after you died
Mom always stood by her and your girlfriend's side
first Grandpa then you Dad Mom and brother Bob
for my life now feels like I've been robbed
missed over 30 yrs of wishing you birthday greetings
now at the dinner table there is limited seating
but every year when your birthday comes and passes
I will be there to pick your grave site overgrown grasses
I wonder what you would look like today
or even if your hair would be full of grey
I have forgiven for all you had done to me
for I hold no regrets so your soul can be free
heres wishing you another birthday greeting
as I lay this card and rose at your grave site's seating
Please give Grandpa Dad Mom and brother Bob my love
for someday I will reunited with all of you above
For now I have my own little girl
for she is my own everyday world
I promise to tell her all about you
and how God will turn you into someone pure and new
Rest in peace my loving dear brother
heres another birthday wish I send in passion smothers
In Loving Memory Of
My Brother Gary
10/ 18/ 48
6 / 5 / 71

Linda
I remember the first time we met you came round for a coffee.
I remember it well, we sat talking for hours, just you and me.
Over the next few years, We must have drunk hundreds of cups.
Life was a roll of downs, Then ups.
I remember the first time I met your Mum. All dressed in pale blue.
I think she was going to some special do.
I remember Jills first birthday party, even the dress she wore.
The house was full of friends and family and more.
Val and Grandma, Carol and Jane all of their familys as well.
The house was packed, certainly a tale to tell.
The Bell Inn at Ingolmells where we all went for a drink.
Then round to our caravan, coffees to sink.
I remember Claire as a child, the hours she used to spend at our home.
Every Monday on the way to Slimming World she got credit for her phone.
I remember all the things she used to help me with. shopping, baking,
washing the dishes the cups and the plates.
All this before she was even eight.
I remember so many things that we used to do. The bonfire parties at your
house.
All the same crowd their having the time of their lives.
Then the big bash for my big Five O.
I wanted a really big show.
So we prepared all the food at your house, Then carried it all over to mine.
Only just got it all ready in time.
I did the cake it was a huge chocolate train.
Something big enough to get all the candles on was my aim.
Life throws some really awful things at you.
Some so bad you just don’t know what to do.
Our friendship spanned almost thirty years
A lot of fun a lot of tears.
When the police came round to our house that night, I didn’t even realize you
had gone.
I thought you were just ill again, I found out almost a week later on
Especially as we had only been chatting a couple or so weeks before, About
the past.
On that day you looked so well with all your make up on, I thought you were
on the mend at last.
On your birthday in May I thought of you,
All the things we had been through, Rest in peace. Love Pat

I can see you up ahead of me
I am following
in your footsteps
no matter how fast I walk
I cannot catch up
your footsteps are bigger than mine
but they were warm
and safe to step in
you turn around
and smile encouragingly
then return to your journey
thank you for your footsteps
when I can no longer see you
they will always be here
pointing me in the right direction
Dora Roimata Langsbury
27 June 2009
Written for my father, Kuao Langsbury, for his 75th birthday gift.

I was just trying to remember the past
trying to remember the good people
and the bad people,
that i came across on my way,
i want you to know
that you are among the good people
that left a good trace in my life,
once again i just want to say thank you
for passing through my life,
is so short but is wonderful
i want you here forever.

Before we were thought of or time had started,
God put US in His Son’s name..
And each time we pray, you'll see its true,
You can't spell Jesus without including US.
Were a pretty big part of His wonderful name,
For US, He was born;
And His great love for US is the reason He died.
Isn't it thrilling and splendidly grand
He rose from the dead, with US in His plan?
The stones split away, the gold trumpet blew, egospelexpress
And His resurrection was for US.
As JesUS left the earth with His wonderful ascension,
When He felt there was one thing He just had to mention.
"Go into the world and tell them it's true
that I love them all - Just like I love you."
So many people are Christian brothers and sisters,
Don't all the others have a right to know JesUS too?
It all depends on what we do,
He'd like them all to know,
But it all starts with US.
Rev. Samuel Mack, OMS
Copyright 2011
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It’s My Birthday
It’s my birthday… I look out the window there is no one for me owe so, owe so lonely poor me .
It’s my birthday… you surprise me, with a Barber-Q grill with a cooler that chills with a grin we show white grills.
Happy Birthday… it’s my Birthday I am still waiting, it is almost the end of my the day, just waiting on you to wish me a happy birthday which, well make my day.
It’s my birthday…you do not remember that day, can we go out for we can remember that day?
It’s my birthday… I can share it or alone, some share it with a twin, or with a friend and the ones who stay to the ends like a good friend.
It my birthday… its looks like another day to me I just need someone or something to comfort with me a room full of women and with hand full men, a juice in cup, juice in glass, with a sweet lady and grill on cut grass that may make every day feel like my birthday, with a touch of class.
It’s your birthday… it’s your birthday you should all-ways win on your birthday, if do not have a mate you sneak and go on second party date form those who may player hate.
Happy Birthday, Happy Birthday! it comes and go, I see you come through, looking out my window with a hand full company that is what a party really should need, yes it’s sweet, sweet with music and sweet with treats or it must be the money, or food, or brinks, or just me.
Poetry 7/7/12 by author Keith Kadell

Thank you for standing by my side,
For saying she's my daughter with so much pride.
Thank you for having it in your heart,
Thank you for being there from the start.
Thank you for the silly things you say,
Thank you for saying I love you everday.
I thank you from the bottom of my heart,
Thank you for stepping up and playing the part.
Just know I appreciate everything you do,
Happy Birthday Daddy I love you!!

There is nothing more magical,
nor precious,
than the gift of motherly love.
Your heart thaws, as she grasps you in a warm embrace
Her smile fills you with joy,
She putts her soul into everything she dose,
because, she love you.
She gives you advice,
and she helps you,
she is your guardian angel
because she loves you.
It is true,
You will have quarrels.
About little miner things.
But, at the end of the day,
She still loves you,
and you love her,
because she's you mom,
and you wouldn’t have it another way!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY JESUS
ANOTHER YEAR HAS COME DEAR LORD
WHEN YOUR BIRTHDAY WE CELEBRATE AGAIN,
A SPECIAL TIME OF YEAR FOR YOU LORD
TO SPEND WITH FAMILY AND FRIENDS.
HOW WE WISH YOU COULD BE WITH US HERE
AS WE CELEBRATE THIS DAY,
BUT WE STILL HAVE MEMORIES OF YOU
BORN IN A MANGER FILLED WITH HAY.
A LOT OF PEOPLE STILL DONT KNOW LORD
THE REASON WHY YOU WERE BORN,
AND LITTLE DO THEY KNOW TODAY LORD
YOU BECAME A KING TO BE ADORED.
BUT A LOT OF US STILL REMEMBER NOW
YOU WERE TO BECOME A KING TO ALL,
AND SAVE THIS WORLD FROM LOST SOMEDAY
WHEN THEY HEAR THE TRUMPET CALL.
SOMEDAY WHEN YOU RETURN TO EARTH
THEN EVERYONE WILL KNOW,
THE REASON YOU WERE BORN TO US
AND THE REASON YOU HAD TO GO.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEAR LORD JESUS IN HEAVEN
MAY ANGELS ATTEND TO YOU THIS DAY.
AND GIVE YOU THE GLORY AND HONOR LORD
TODAY ON YOUR BIRTHDAY.
WRITTEN BY ANN HART
HAPPY BIRTHDAY JESUS
ANOTHER YEAR HAS COME DEAR LORD
WHEN YOUR BIRTHDAY WE CELEBRATE AGAIN,
A SPECIAL TIME OF YEAR FOR YOU LORD
TO SPEND WITH FAMILY AND FRIENDS

I had a lovely email from my aunt so far away;
She told me she has organised a ‘special family day’,
And though I'm not invited, would I like to contribute
With a poem for my uncle - something meaningful and cute!
At first I thought I'd write a piece of what he means to me,
But Auntie says, “We should move on,” so, forward I shall be.
She said that I could have a go, but be sure to keep it short,
As the speeches and the flowers will be just before the Port.
I’m told my favourite uncle has reached three-score years and ten,
And that Auntie Hett's rewound his clock - he’s going round again.
For when he went in for his hip, the job had been surpassed,
As they took out all his worn bits and put in things to last.
You see my auntie was a nursie, and has all nursie connections;
Giving access to a pile of things - from implants to erections!
So now my uncle’s all tuned up and feeling supersonic,
As my Auntie Hettie’s gift to him has made him ‘part-bionic’.
His suspension has been lowered, and he's looking rather sporty;
He'll be mustard on the corners - and a whizz at being naughty!
And if you get a chance, you should look underneath his hood;
He's been chipped, blown and muscled-up and looking rather good.
I really wish that I were there to see her switch him on;
With his head - and back - and arse-ache all miraculously gone.
I’ve watched him on the football field and jogging down the road,
But I’d specially like to see him now he's fitted with ‘sports mode’.
And I'm sure you'll have a super time; an evening to remember,
But don't forget to diary your next service in November.
You’re booked in for a ‘stage two’ for your hair and chins and belly,
And it’s all to be recorded - because you’re going on the telly!
And though everything has got its price, my uncle’s done for free,
As my Auntie Heather’s sold it to Reality TV.
The lighting and the camera crews - you'll hardly know they're there,
And that tape to keep the public back that like to come and stare.
So when the dust has settled, he’ll be super-fit and famous,
And the only guy in Suffolk with an ‘ecologic anus’!
You’re due to have a smashing time, and I'm sure that God will bless you;
Good luck and thinking of you - from your ever-loving nephew.

Story books have got it wrong
Step mothers are the greatest gifts of all
Antoinette you are a blessing on my family’s life
I am so happy you are my father’s wife
Michaela is the sweetest girl, glad she’s my sis
You’re my family I truly miss
God truly blessed us when he brought you around
Hope your birthday is full of love, laughter, and songs
Because you gave me the greatest gift of all
It is because of you I have my father back
You are our cornerstone the brick that keeps us up
Thank you for all of your unconditional love
Happy birthday to my mother, friend
My angel sent from God above
May you know you are truly loved

I found a colorful, wooden trunk in the
attic today. It was old and gathering dust,
all tucked away.
I knew this old trunk held some history
and it made my heart astatic, and I
lowered the trunk ever so gently to the
floor of Grandma's attic.
I dusted it off completely and carefully
opened the old latches. In the corner
of it sat a box of blue matches.
There were blankets and pictures galore
and a completely sealed cigar inscribed
"It's A Boy".
A picture of two young people hand in
hand, looking full of hope without
demand.
What a lovely picture to see, Mom and
Dad, and baby makes three. What a surprise
it had to be; It was a girl and the girl
was me.

It's your birthday today,
And I know we haven't spoke for long,
But I just wanted to let you know,
You've done no wrong.
You've been a great laugh,
And always listened to me,
Now it's my turn to give back to you,
And you've been the best that best can be.
Happy birthday on your day so special,
The day the lord came and blessed us,
With your presence in the world,
And with your friendship and trust.
Happy Birthday! :)
**dedicated to my cousins that i miss truly and love so much , p.j and royal
trevino
happy bday to u all from ur cuz audrey castaneda happy b-day 4-20-2010**

A Pact With A Demon
The day your released
Will be the day you die
The day I was born
Will be the day you die
This is the pact we made
This pact is what binds us forever
You can't live with this guilt
I only wanted 6 years
Your next birthday will be your last
Thank you
You thank the one who will kill you
Yes for you are the only one who knows the truth
I am the one who feel in love with you
And you are the one who will kill me
What of your family? what of your life?
I only needed 6 more years
I have reminded you three week after your birthday that I would be the one to kill you and yet you never fluttered
Why flutter when I accepted my punishment? I know the pain I have caused.It should have been me in that casket six feet under and yet it was another
You know this new death will cause pain and the you will be the one know to have harbored the murder of thousands.
Time tell all of it truth if I am to plan this role then may all those hurt come for me.
You are really mature for someone so young would you had taken yourself so young
I would have no heart nor soul
We have now accepted our roles in life when the time grows near will you

Summer is the season my Birthday comes around,
A special month, in my life, is August.
On this day, all of nature is happy and celebrating with me;
like my Mother that Special Day when she gave me Life.
Different birds sing their songs in the early morning.
The brilliant colored sun sets in the beautiful evening.
The warm wind quietly whispers to me through the leaves of the trees,
The smell of flowers congratulates me together with the breeze.
I never forget my birthdays in Russia; children around the tables,
My caring Mother filled with food, fruits, vegetables and sweets.
That summer my Mother and I were blessed by God together.
I received the Biblical name Lydia from my loving Mother.

This is from me to you , My bro
When we grew , I never knew...
I had a brother , Just like you...
40yrs gone , That’s what we’ve missed...
I never knew i had a kind bro just
like you.................
Now i know my bro , Its time to show ,
What we've missed ,This is from your sis ...
A special birthday kiss , On such a special day
Happy birthday bro , With love from your
Sis

" The oven is set on three hundred and fifty degrees;
the box of the Pillsbury Yellow cake is still unopened, for George's sake,
the kids are in the living room munching on cheese,
who's going to make the perfect batter for Ricky's birthday cake? "
" If no one volunteers, turn off your iPods and put them away
and come to the kitchen to give a hand...isn't it somebody's birthday?
It would be nice to see one use the mixer, the other greasing the pan...
how many of your friends have you invited? I hope not more than ten! "
And giggling they exchange words, thinking I don't hear their whispering;
I was a teen once and know how they think, but today they won't be laughing!
Hurry, bake the yellow cake...we have only two hours left, they'll be coming soon!
" Mary set the table, everything must look fantastic! No, don't lick the spoon!
The door suddenly opens...twenty five teens come into view and say, " Surprise! "
Hundred of small balloons are released from their hands...their thrill rises.
" Good Heavens! Who are these kids with faces painted like circus clowns? "
Have you asked them to attend this party? Where are the real guests? "
Silence filled the aroma-filled kitchen as they looked downward with embarrassment,
" Are they here to crush your birthday party, Ricky...if they are they will get
a taste of my dough roller right now! " No, mom...they want to throw my birthday cake into my face! " " Have they told you so? Wait here, Ricky...I'll think of a trick."
" Hi, cuties...are you ready to have a cake fight? " Yeah, " was their answer.
" Let's do it...do you want to hear a big mommy's laughter when your eyes will burn? "
The smallest one in the group yelled, " The birthday cake had better taste good
or your red face will turn yellow! " " Little rascal, you'll churn like butter! "
In a second the whole house became a battleground... they hurled cupcakes,
cookies and candies, but they had forgotten about the cake in the oven.
Smoke came out of their ears and noses... mom laughed when they ran
outside as if they had seen a real ghost, " Run for your lives before my dog attacks! "

Brother had made me mad so I knocked him down the basement stairs.
Choicely words he hurled my way-His teary eyes reflected pain and back at me they glared.
Like a viper he laid around the house daring me to come his way.
Sorry am I now for I have no one with to play.
After several weeks had passed, he still snarled and hissed.
Only his foot- to-hip cast kept him constantly at bay.
But I grew lonely with no brother to rumble with; no one to share my day.
Then the thought struck me as a jolt of reality-tomorrow is his birthday.
Off to Mr. Green’s corner store I went for a birthday present- I had fifty cents.
I spied a red kite- asked him to rap it and back to brother as I whistled and skipped.
I presented the little red kite which brother threw down-saying you ain’t right!
Sadly I looked for a solution of how brother can fly his new birthday kite.
It was in the backyard, positioned under the lean-to – the answer to my prayer.
I dragged it out and cleaned her with new found hope and no despair.
I carried my brother and placed him in the little red wagon with difficulty as he held his kite in hand.
The school yard was empty- we tailed the kite and then pulling the wagon I ran.
The little red kite stilled high in the air as brother and I where once again a pair.
The kite soared the faster I ran and finally at the end of the day, a brother’s love had been won again.

Christmas Through July
Christmas is such a grand time of the year!
People are happy joy shows everywhere.
Gifts of love arrive from both far and near.
Scents of the season permeate the night air.
Remembering the Savior's love so grand.
Families hang lights, such a beautiful sight.
Decorations displayed across the land.
Many surprises are shared Christmas night.
January came but the tree remained.
Celebrating my child's birthday the same.
Just like Jesus, her happiness sustained.
Each year's tradition when her birthday came.
Year round loving was about to be taught.
Decorations of hearts and shiny red balls
Replaced the angels that Christmas had brought.
February feelings Christ's love did recall.
In March, the tree was adorned with shamrocks.
Paper-mâché nuggets sparkled in gold.
Children and laughter sang around the clock.
Smiles, like at Christmas, were great to behold.
April was spring pretty flowers were hung.
It took a lot of work, but was it still fun.
We at play felt pure joy, free and young.
One fun filled plan to teach love, begun.
May decorations, the best, I recall.
Mother's day cards, painted hands, paper plates.
A trip to the attic was fun for all.
While cherishing the loves childhood creates.
Christmas in June on a new marriage day
Downstairs jam-packed squeezed in each wedding guest.
Rained out at the park, they saw our display.
Christmas year round knew love at its best.
July 30th past, the flags were still hung.
Patriotism shown, honored with rare style.
Christmas in July with a new day sung.
We took down the tree cherishing each smile.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This lyric poem written in quatrain format is a true story that expresses my feelings about
showing love year round…not just in December.

it is Mothers’ Day
and all they wanted is a flower
for their mother but guards
will not accept flowers in the facility
maybe a card with a word or two may do
to tell her how much they love her
there’s nothing much to add
except to say they miss her
she has been away for decades now
birthdays weddings have come and gone
many births and deaths came and left
without a word from her
and they too have grown up
without her a deadness around their lives
maybe a card with a word or two
can tell her how they wished
she were at the window peeping
to see them sleeping nicely

I'm not going out tonight
I hope you can forgive me
I'll be by myself tonight
where not anyone can see me
no homework books or reading
not tv, computers or guitar
just me quietly thinking
of the life I've lived so far
17 years I've been around
and look what I have done
nothing that exciting
I was only having fun
but in these 17 years I guess
I've done somthing pretty cool
I've been a sister and a daughter too
and developed a life with you
so tonight I'm not going to hide
or sit up in my room
tonight I'm going to celebrate
17 great years with you

Dear Daddy,
Where were you
All my life
Since I was young
When I turned 10?
My first year of
Double digits
How about my first year
Of High School
My Sweet 16?
Where were you then
Now...all of the sudden
I am a Senior
17 years old
And you want to be a part in it?
You can't even remember my birthday
You can't spell my sister's name right...
What type of father is that?
Not a very good one...
Why is it that...
You now what to be a part of me
Because I'm an adult?
Do you want control now...
Because I can take care of myself
And you don't have to???
Why didn't you care before
You say you've changed
But your still the same
What happened to the 2 birthday cards you promised?
I still haven't gotten them.
I just want to let you know...
This may be hard to hear but you need to hear it...
I don't know...
If you should come to my graduation
My marriage..when I find a man who wants to marry me.
I don't think I should invite a man
Who wasn't a father to me
Thinking he has changed.
I don't think that you have changed....
If you have...
You've never proven it?
I am still waiting for proof...
I have'nt even gotten a birthday card...
Everytime you call...
You have to ask how old I am...
And what grade I'm in...
Sorry but that's not a father...
That's not someone who I want to call...
Daddy...
I'm Sorry.
Your Daughter,
Brittany

This year we pooled our money to give to a needy cause.
So we’re not expecting much on Christmas Day from Santa Claus.
Of course the children all will find their hearts’ desires beneath the tree.
They are too young to know the thrill of giving to a charity.
So we’re breaking with tradition in limiting our spending spree
On lavish gifts for one another. What a big change that will be.
But there is one last tradition that we follow slavishly.
We celebrate all family birthdays to the very nth degree.
When we wake on birthday morning we know the whole day will be ours.
From the youngest to the eldest, this day brings us super powers
And so much love and true devotion that we’re treated like a queen
Or a king as gender dictates, but you all know what I mean.
From one year to over ninety, there’s a party every year.
We are showered with gifts and honor from the folks we hold most dear.
We will gather Christmas morning just the same as every year
As we watch the children open gifts, with happiness and cheer.
But we know we’ll be remembered when our birthday comes around
When everyone will gather with the best gift to be found.
Gifts and love and honor, enough cake to make us groan,
We look forward to our birthdays with a party of our own.
Written for Paula’s “Tradition” contest won 9th place

Wide Eyed Smiles
Children falling through the atmosphere
Dropped by storks or other forces way out there
Seem to always have wide eyes and smiles
Dropping in from many baby making miles
They are beaming with expectations
For birthday presents at their new locations
And obviously, a safe landing site would be nice
Since they have no experience at flight
Though not too coordinated at this time
They keep their falling out of mind
They watch everything because it’s new
And they want to make it through
First impressions are important coming from above
With expressions of their love
Parachutes close upon their drop
Babies caught in a glove by mom and pop
Wide eyed and smiles all around
We’re so happy they didn't hit the ground
9/22/14 Eccentricize My Eyes – Poetry Contest

Today is your birthday & i did not know
i never grew up beside you,
i wish the past was different because today i would know
today is your birthday
but your no longer here
so as i look to the night sky tonight
ill send a birthday wish your way
my dear nan
as a gift i promise
i will remember this date for every year on..